My name is Ben. I am in my last year of high school. I was all right looking, I thought so at least and I had been told. I was an average student. The only things I was really bad at was Physics and English. I needed to raise my grades in those really desperately; otherwise I couldn't get into college. One day the Physics teacher told me that he needed to see me in private but the only day he could see me was Friday, and that was supposed to be a Pupil Free Day, but he sounded serious so I agreed to go and see him.
Friday came and I turned up at the school. The school was mostly locked up so I had to see Mr. Franklin in an old classroom instead of his office. Mr. Franklin was sitting at the teacher's bench when I came in. He motioned me to a chair in front of him. He placed on hand on the paper in front of him, the other was out of sight behind the desk "Now Ben," he said, "According to this you are sitting on a D for this subject, now it is my understanding you need at least a B to get into college is that true?" I nodded and he kept talking "I know you don't actually need physics to do what you want to at college so I am willing to give you an A in this if you do something for me three times a week."
